notes
* had dinner with my friend l. last night. she lives in washington state now, so i see her about three times a year. we always have a good time, and last night we stuffed ourselves with thai food and commiserated, about the woes of supervising people. she used to supervise me actually, about 5 years ago. time flies.
* i want to take strip tease photos in the light booth of one of the symphony halls i have been going to. omaha would have been ideal actually. or else on stage surrounded by string instruments. hmmm. how can i work this?
* suicide girls burlesque show tonight, rufus tomorrow, birthday party saturday, high llamas and photo session and dinner and mardi gras party next week. rock.
* have begun reading "the ethical slut". i think parts of it will teach me profoundly, and about parts of it i am thinking "meh, i'm not sure i agree". and that's fine. more thoughts on this as i go.
* watched another episode of "firefly" last night, and already feel like they are going by too fast. i want to savor them. i fell asleep with the theme song in my head.
* i have begun reading poetry right before going to sleep, i find it sooths me quite a bit. i bought three books of rumi in portland, and here is what struck me from last night's reading:
I don't get tired of You, Don't grow weary
of being compassionate toward me!
I have a thirsty fish in me
that can never find enough
of what it's thirsty for!
A fire has risen above my tombstone hat.
i don't want learning, or dignity,
or respectability.
i want this music and this dawn
and the warmth of your cheek against mine.
The grief armies assemble,
but i'm not going with them.
this is how it always is
when i finish a poem.
a Great Silence overcomes me,
and i wonder why i ever thought
to use language.
* had dinner with my friend l. last night. she lives in washington state now, so i see her about three times a year. we always have a good time, and last night we stuffed ourselves with thai food and commiserated, about the woes of supervising people. she used to supervise me actually, about 5 years ago. time flies.
* i want to take strip tease photos in the light booth of one of the symphony halls i have been going to. omaha would have been ideal actually. or else on stage surrounded by string instruments. hmmm. how can i work this?
* suicide girls burlesque show tonight, rufus tomorrow, birthday party saturday, high llamas and photo session and dinner and mardi gras party next week. rock.
* have begun reading "the ethical slut". i think parts of it will teach me profoundly, and about parts of it i am thinking "meh, i'm not sure i agree". and that's fine. more thoughts on this as i go.
* watched another episode of "firefly" last night, and already feel like they are going by too fast. i want to savor them. i fell asleep with the theme song in my head.
* i have begun reading poetry right before going to sleep, i find it sooths me quite a bit. i bought three books of rumi in portland, and here is what struck me from last night's reading:
I don't get tired of You, Don't grow weary
of being compassionate toward me!
I have a thirsty fish in me
that can never find enough
of what it's thirsty for!
A fire has risen above my tombstone hat.
i don't want learning, or dignity,
or respectability.
i want this music and this dawn
and the warmth of your cheek against mine.
The grief armies assemble,
but i'm not going with them.
this is how it always is
when i finish a poem.
a Great Silence overcomes me,
and i wonder why i ever thought
to use language.
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a moment runs
grey to white
impression
shone light through a window of sorts
inviting a breath of color
and a daydream I'll call indian:
your sweat
the beads around your neck
your bare feet
faint traces of rhythm carved
in the hot dry dirt
barely
and unspoken
words enrust
the sun as it descends
but i'm a recording engineer... so anything in recital halls sounds sexy to me